Tom Romano guided us through an exercise based on The Book of Qualities. If you are willing, please share your Quality here.
Digitalk
Digitalk snubs her nose at her parents' rules and embraces non-conformity. Secretly, however, she simply wants to belong. She relishes her individual identity, yet she holds the community in her arms. She is a wave of contradiction. She is selective, yet unprejudiced, and she years for Code-Switching to embrace her. To be recognized by Language is her ultimate goal. For now she lives on the Digital Divide.
Anxiety
Hides behind lace curtains
Silent, still, scared to breathe.
If she moves, draws attention,
Makes herself visible,
The flush and flood of terror
And flashbacks of Worry
Will set the clocks forward
To her future
Which flies low, close to the water,
Hovering near the place between
Flight and Flustered.
Hunched, holding delicate threads,
And peering through the half-inch glass
That would shatter with the
Tap of a finger,
She looks without looking
And hears her heart in her ears.
She freezes and melts
Simultaneously,
Becoming
Gelatenous statue.
From the outside,
She appears to be
Curious, Shadow and Fearless,
But from her place behind the curtain,
She trembles and holds onto the
Tatted loops,
Knowing she will die or
Escape into panic
Which is on loan
From those whose
Windows are
Not Covered.
Digitalk
Digitalk snubs her nose at her parents' rules and embraces non-conformity. Secretly, however, she simply wants to belong. She relishes her individual identity, yet she holds the community in her arms. She is a wave of contradiction. She is selective, yet unprejudiced, and she years for Code-Switching to embrace her. To be recognized by Language is her ultimate goal. For now she lives on the Digital Divide.
Anxiety
Hides behind lace curtains
Silent, still, scared to breathe.
If she moves, draws attention,
Makes herself visible,
The flush and flood of terror
And flashbacks of Worry
Will set the clocks forward
To her future
Which flies low, close to the water,
Hovering near the place between
Flight and Flustered.
Hunched, holding delicate threads,
And peering through the half-inch glass
That would shatter with the
Tap of a finger,
She looks without looking
And hears her heart in her ears.
She freezes and melts
Simultaneously,
Becoming
Gelatenous statue.
From the outside,
She appears to be
Curious, Shadow and Fearless,
But from her place behind the curtain,
She trembles and holds onto the
Tatted loops,
Knowing she will die or
Escape into panic
Which is on loan
From those whose
Windows are
Not Covered.